Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Serbia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Altered Images to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Agent Orange,
Minor Threat,
John Holt,
The Happenings,
UT,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sparks,
The Five Americans,
Scratch Acid,
Camouflage,
Chris Corsano,
Morten Harket,
Derrick Morgan,
Depeche Mode,
PIL,
Lightning Bolt,
Can,
Gang of Four,
Aural Exciters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Von Mondo,
Urselle,
Country Teasers,
The Motions,
Flamin' Groovies,
Whodini,
Procol Harum,
Groovy Waters,
The Invisible,
Banda Bassotti,
Desert Stars,
48th St. Collective,
In Retrospect,
Davy DMX,
Massinfluence,
The Dead C,
Camberwell Now,
The Dirtbombs,
Pere Ubu,
World's Most,
Joey Negro,
kango's stein massive,
Quando Quango,
Black Moon,
the Sonics,
Silicon Teens,
Dorothy Ashby,
Vladislav Delay,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
June of 44,
Pulsallama,
The Monochrome Set,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lower 48,
Man Parrish,
cv313,
Jacob Miller,
Bill Wells,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.